Feb. 21st, 2026 12:32 am

RFE is live and this is MINE

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A Piece of Advice (1597 words) by Anonymous
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Guinan/Ro Laren
Characters: Ro Laren, Guinan (Star Trek)
Additional Tags: Getting Together, Ten Forward (Star Trek), Jealousy, mentions of guinan flirting with an original female character
Summary:

Guinan is usually the one offering Ro advice, but when Ro decides to give Guinan some advice for a change, things don’t exactly go as planned.

Feb. 20th, 2026 05:08 pm

Jazz by Toni Morrison (1992)

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Opening in the days of the Harlem Renaissance, the first page of this novel states the culmination of its story: A door-to-door cosmetics salesman shot his eighteen-year-old mistress, and then the salesman's wife crashed the funeral to try to stab the girl's corpse. Why? The reader wants to know, and so do many of the characters. The book offers answers only indirectly, taking a sprawling path into the characters' pasts, where their families came from, and the intergenerational trauma of the slavery era that's still in living memory at this time.

The prose style of this book really worked for me and did a lot of the heavy lifting of drawing me into the story. It's lyrical and artistic without ever sacrificing readability. If there's a bit you don't understand, you will understand it in time, but first we have to go back to the beginning of another character's story and circle back around to connect to the main plot—and it does always connect. I think this is the meaning of the title; the book is not about jazz music, but it has the shape of jazz in the way it can state a melody, wander off and explore for a while until you've almost forgotten what song it is, and then return very satisfyingly before passing it off to another player in the ensemble.

I found this book in a free box and then it sat on my shelf for years (shout-out to [personal profile] lebateleur, my read-books-we-already-own accountability buddy!). It has a lot of underlining, highlighting, and marginal notes from whoever had it before, pointing out themes of dehumanization, rehumanization, and the necessity of deep context for understanding. They underlined "Something else you have to figure in before you figure it out" and also wrote it in pen on the title page. On multiple pages they wrote "Jazzonia" in the margin, by which I assume they meant the Langston Hughes poem.
Jazzonia (1926)

Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
Feb. 17th, 2026 07:58 pm

SW:PT/R fic

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AO3 Link | Anakin's Not So Imaginary Friend (1636 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: Episode I The Phantom Menace [1999], Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timey Wimey Stuff, The Force is Weird [Star Wars], Ensemble Cast
Summary:

Ahsoka makes a choice to give up embodiment and become a shoulder angel.



Anakin's Not So Imaginary Friend

"If someone was whispering poison in his ears all those years, shouldn't he have a different point of view?"

The bird and the woman stared each other down, before Morai fluffed all of her feathers, and Fulcrum smiled, winning the debate.

~You will give up your place here/now and all you became. The girl will be different.~

"That is not a drawback. If I do this well, he will make true choices, not be played out in the game as a pawn."

~So certain he did not choose his destruction.~

"Maybe he did, but did he do it with enough knowledge?"

Morai remained silent, and Fulcrum touched the last rune in the circle, imbuing it with all she was, letting existence change.





~How have you survived so long, Skykid?~

The amused, gentle voice that Anakin had been hearing for the last year was actually something to steady him as he came down from the high of winning.

~I do understand that people said I was like you a little better.~

That was almost sobering. Anakin had realized the ghost in his head had lived a life, but come to him as a protector. Already, she had helped him recognize his 'luck' and 'sense of things' was actually the Force, that thing that Jedi had. She was coaching him in how to use it more actively.

She liked Mom, a lot, and she never asked him to do anything he didn't want to do.

When Master Jinn said he'd only been able to buy Anakin's freedom, she was the one with the words.

"If you take me from Mom, with Watto so poor, she's got nothing, and might be sold," he said firmly. "Can't the Jedi do something about that? How can you expect me to learn how to be a Jedi if I worry about her being here, alone, maybe bought by a mean master?"

Master Jinn frowned, considering. "When we get to the ship, I will send a comm to someone in the Temple that I trust, about what happened here. Will that be enough?"

~He will ask a good person. We can make sure it happened, later.~

"Okay, Master Jinn."





Anakin was afraid, even with Master Jinn and Padmé both promising that his Mom would be saved. None of these people — he hadn't even seen some of their species before! — liked him.

~They didn't always like me, either. Yoda doesn't get on the best with anyone but the little kids. Master Windu has some very bad things in the Force hanging on him. Master Plo is grieving a man that was his partner in all ways. Master Mundi has to analyze everything through logic.~

Anakin felt that knowledge, realized that his friend in his head was still with him, still able to give him pieces of information. That… that made things a little better. He drew himself up as tall as he could, considered navigating this as to be like a pod race course with explosives, and focused intently on how they asked their questions.

"Yes, Masters. I am afraid," he said calmly. "My mother is a slave, owned by a man that lost everything in Master Jinn's attempt to get things done. But I can't help her there. I can only trust that people who have the ability handle that, since I was taken from her to live free. It would be fair, after all, to give something back to her with value.

"I may be older than the ones you accept, but I can learn. I like learning. And I do want to help!"

~Oh good job, Skykid. You just needed a little support, but you did that all on your own!~





The absolute joy of being able to help, the exhilaration of taking the droid control ship down mingled and made Anakin feel like he was walking on air when they all landed.

~Just, remember. We survive. That means we must remember those who don't.~

The words were gentle, but laced with a pain that knew loss, and Anakin looked, mentally tallying how many ships had landed against how many he'd seen earlier.

~You lost lots; I can tell. How do you remember?~

~I say their names, when they're close to me. I remember what they did to live, how they lived outside the fighting. When I didn't know them well… I live harder, for the ideas they held strongly.~

~Then… I'll have to ask Captain Olié to tell me about the ones that don't make it back,~ Anakin decided, still up on a pilot's shoulders in their shared joy at living.





Anakin kept his smile on his face, but he was worried. Why, with all the good things happening, did he feel empty inside?

He didn't want his ghost friend to leave him! She had helped him so much!

All through the rest of the events, he kept hoping to hear her, kept wishing for her to give him something to go by when the Jedi elders said he was not a padawan yet, but he would be.

It wasn't until he was in his room that night, with Master Jinn and Padawan Kenobi talking so quietly in the main one, that he could feel her again.

~You left me!~ he accused, fear and worry mingling in the words.

~I cannot be present when my enemy is near, apparently,~ she said, all apology and a feeling of being nettled by the restriction.

~Who?~

There was a long pause, but he could still feel her.

~I don't think I can tell you that without putting you in more danger,~ she said, raw honestly in the words, and the feeling of a hug all around him.

~Maybe when I am older, stronger? More able to protect others and myself?~ he asked, having caught worry for the Jedi in those words.

~I think so,~ she said softly.

~Tell me something about you,~ he said, changing tactics, not liking the sadness he could feel in her.

~How about a name? They used to call me Fulcrum.~

~That's an engineering thing! The point you balance on to shift heavy weights!~ Anakin told her, before his quick mind raced ahead. ~The weight of why you are sad, and you want me to be the lever?~

~No, I want you safer,~ Fulcrum said, rejecting the idea that Anakin Skywalker was a tool to be used. ~I want you to make your own choices, but with a little advice that others don't know how to give to you.~

~What makes you sure you do?~

Her presence grew lighter, playful and teasing, at that. ~Because, Skykid, I knew you in a different life. Now rest; we're leaving tomorrow for the Temple.~

He started to protest, but it had been a long day, and now he had a name for his friend.





Anakin's skin was crawling as he came back to the Temple after the meeting that Master Gallia had arranged at the request of the Chancellor. He'd been doing so well in his classes, and Knight Kenobi was actually considering him as a padawan.

But.

He was way too smart, running over who had been at the Naboo celebration versus who had been present in that meeting. The Chancellor had been kind, speaking well of Anakin's daring and skills —

— and Fulcrum had been silent, no longer sitting in his mind. He wondered how long it would take her to come back (she had to come back, she'd promised to be there and keep helping him with his lessons and his temper!) this time.

There was something he could do, as he reached out to lightly tug on Master Gallia's sleeve hem.

"Master, may I speak with you?"

She ushered her friends along, and crouched to be more on a level with the Initiate. "Go ahead, Anakin."

"I don't want to meet with him again." Seeing her begin to muster all the reasons for trying to be their diplomatic gesture, he shook his head firmly, and she held them back. "I am just a kid. I might have done some big things with the Force, but where I am from?

"People with power only reach out to those with skills but no leverage when they want to use them for something. I have a bad feeling about this, and want to focus on my lessons, so I can be a good padawan."

She let her face show her acceptance, and nodded. "Very well. I hope Obi-Wan makes that choice soon, once you have all the basics down, Anakin."





~How do we beat him?~

It was three days past that meeting and Fulcrum had been back in his mind for two of them, when he finally asked, and she could see who he meant.

~Patience, observing everything, fixing as many little things as we can,~ she answered honestly. ~I wish you did not know, but at the same time… now he can't take all you are and push it into his plans of destruction.~

Anakin's lips thinned to tight line of anger, glimpsing the future in the Force, the one she had lived, the one where he hadn't thought of motive before pride.

~I have you, you have me, and we're going to make sure he doesn't win.~

Fulcrum gave him her love, her pride in him making that choice, and settled back to teaching him, going over his lessons, to draw him away from the kindled anger for now.

Later, once he had more training, they could try to push. For now, Fulcrum intended to help Anakin ground in the here and now of learning how to be a Jedi that wasn't so mistrusted, or too far on the outskirts.

That, and his knowledge of who the enemy was, just might set them on a better path for all.

Feb. 15th, 2026 05:41 pm

Projects and Bunnies

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~ [community profile] 10trueloves - 5/10 written

Random Plot Bunnies in Progress

~ Fulcrum and Rex time travel to before Anakin runs to Mace. - NEEDS CANON REVIEW
~ Sequel to Retrieval - 93 WORDS
~ An Atin universe that is more like The Second Clone War or Mine, All of Them - 23 WORDS



Potential Bunnies Pending Further Bouncing

~ Rachel and Joe meet with BOTH finally aware in Closing Up Shop
~ Drizzt's fallout/Vierna's reactions in the Divining Destiny universe



Finished

~ Ahsoka the Daughter whispering guidance through time in Anakin's head. Starting in AotC TPM. Includes: Okay no wonder some said I was just like you (her reaction to the reckless deal in TPM) / Hey Skykid, what's a guy with all the power thinking to make a point of having time for you? (Comics of the Padawan years) / Oh kriff he's so young (first meeting of Anakin and Rex) / I am SO shiny (Ahsoka arriving) - READY TO POST

Feb. 15th, 2026 01:55 pm

3SF 2026

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Welcome to the fills I made for 3SF this year. Much abuse of grammar, as I hold to the THREE sentence part faithfully.

Fandoms: Wheel of Time (TV), Miami Vice, The Old Guard, Three's Company, Black Sails, Uncle Buck, The Peanuts, Star Wars: TCW (2), Star Wars: ST, Transformers, Detroit: Become Human, Leverage, Earth's Children (2), Gilligan's Island/Fantasy Island, The X-Files

17 grammar abuses )
Feb. 14th, 2026 03:13 pm

Fellowship (2025)

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In this co-op ARPG, you and three friends battle your way through timed dungeon runs, collecting gear and gaining new abilities. As your power grows, you unlock higher difficulties that put new twists on what you've seen before. Enemies learn new attacks, bosses hit like trucks, and new mechanics like falling meteors and exploding ice will require you to adapt your strategies. The game doesn't end, it just keeps scaling up forever until you either reach the limit of your skills, get bored, or the game season resets and everyone goes back to square one.

four characters in combat with sentient plants in a colorful fantasy world with magic spell effects going off as a timer ticks down in the corner
Wraithtide Vault, aka Freehold If You Squint

In other words, this is the Mythic+ game mode from World of Warcraft, without the rest of the MMO. I think for people to whom that means something, the reaction tends to be pretty polarized, either "That sounds terrible" or "This is the game I've been wanting for ten years, TAKE MY MONEY!!" I definitely fall into the latter camp, and having now played the first season of early access, I am pleased to say that I'm having a great time.

If the look and feel of the game were any closer to WoW, Blizzard would sue. )

Fellowship is on Steam for $24.99 USD. The second season of early access starts on February 19th, so that would be a convenient time to jump in since we'll all be starting from scratch again.
Feb. 13th, 2026 06:51 pm

Star Wars: TCW/R fic

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AO3 Link | Malachor Reset (4003 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars [2008] - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebels
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Timey Wimey Stuff, Codependency, Ensemble Cast, Kriffing Sith Plans, Minor Character Death, character tagging is on purpose
Summary:

Fulcrum has to win, and unwittingly brings Anakin to her side...

...which will change everything.



Malachor Reset

She had to save Ezra and Kanan. She could not let them die here. That pulsed through her as she focused on getting back to the fight above, shaping the waves of the dark Force all around her. It was not enough that she'd faced the Inquisitors and Maul alike; she had to face him. She could no longer deny just who that was in the suit —

— and he was her mistake made form, the end result of walking away from the Jedi Order, leaving Anakin Skywalker alone in the death spiral of the Republic.

Ahsoka Tano, now only called Fulcrum, had the memory of the offer of the beads on her mind as she raced back up to protect the only other Jedi-trained person and his student that she knew of. Kanan wasn't strong enough. Ezra… was young enough to be captured, remade as a new Inquisitor. There was no way she would allow that to happen, as all of the what-ifs of that long gone day fluttered in the fusion of darkness and light.

Two warriors, trained since childhood and annealed in war, kissed by the Force's own avatars, pulled at the power of the ancient Sith and Jedi who had fought and died here. As Fulcrum rushed back into the fight, her thoughts of her master twined in her drive to save the other pair, the threads of the Force wove their own path through time and space.

Words, blows, the building energy of the mass shadow generator blended into the desperation of one former padawan and the determination of a man who had nothing but the illusion of power. Twist, parry, retreat, attack — and the dance changed as Fulcrum launched an all but suicidal new attack on the Sith.

When she landed from the attack that had sliced into his mask, an explosion of the Force itself threw both combatants back… and a new body was in the midst, dropping a set of silka beads to grab for his lightsaber at the sheer reek of the Dark Side, a red lightsaber visible… and his Snips' voice calling his name.

"YOU!"

The brief connection between the monster in the armor to the padawan-no-more was broken and despite the labored breathing, despite the damage done, Darth Vader moved to destroy the weak, useless being he'd once been without stopping to think about the repercussions.

Anakin, despite being caught flat-footed by the Force, was meeting that fury with his own skill fueled by the sheer amount of not wanting to be here, wherever here was…

… and then a pair of shining white lightsabers were at his side, wielded by a woman that he somehow knew was his Snips. When the black-armored menace fell, the Temple had already sealed itself off, with Kanan and Ezra away from this impossible meeting.

"I… you?" Anakin asked, feeling something in his head lurch as life left the monstrosity.

Fulcrum powered down her lightsabers, and then flung herself into his space, once his own was off.

"Anakin."

The whirlwind of a life lived, the ache and guilt and honestly deep love for Anakin in this woman his padawan had become left him mentally astonished, but he held onto her.

"Snips."

The call of a convor, distant, held meaning for her, and Fulcrum squeezed tight, once, before making herself step back.

"Don't become him."

Her eyes were so sad, and Anakin wanted to know why, wanted to deny that he could ever be something that riddled by the Dark Side.

He didn't get the chance, as the temporary breach of time reverted, placing Anakin on the steps, watching a padawan-no-more leave him behind.

And in the Sith Temple? A woman closed her eyes while the universe rewrote itself.





The beads were no longer in his hand, and he collapsed to a knee, his cybernetic hand supporting him to keep him from falling flat on his face.

The sound drew her attention, and then she was running, Force-fast, and sliding in to further support him. He didn't care, he wasn't going to be stoic, he'd almost lost her, he would lose himself, leave her to become a woman with the weight of the galaxy riding her —

His arms wrapped around her, and Anakin just breathed, falling back on his rump and dragging her closer, holding on. Ashoka's concern spiraled higher, and he didn't try to hold back the strange — vision? Force experience? — from her. In the close contact, with their training bond intact, she saw/felt/heard it all, and she gasped in … worry? For him? The made him cling tighter. She did love him, was connected as deeply to his soul as his Angel, as he wished his Master was.

"I lost your beads there."

She shook her head, trying to burrow into his skin, all of her plans to leave falling to the wayside.

"I… don't want to be a part of this Order, but I cannot leave you to face that," she murmured.

"I can't lose you, Snips. I was willing to let you leave, if you just had to, because… everyone should be free to choose. But now? I need you at my side. Please?"

"Promise me we'll only stay until that monster can't be reality, until I can't be that woman with too much grief in her lekku," she asked, almost demanded, and he squeezed his arms around her.

"Let's win the war, and then we'll steal the men and run away to fight the real dangers in the Rim?"

She laughed, weakly. "Not sure your Senator will like that plan, but … as long as after is different, I don't care. Because Barriss wasn't wrong in what she said, just what she did."

"I agree completely."





"Ahh, Anakin, my young friend," Palpatine called as Anakin strode into the man's office, following his habits of checking in with the man before going back to the fighting. "I am surprised to hear that the child has opted to return to the war, despite her harrowing trials."

Anakin scowled, as much for the reminder as because… something in the words felt wrong. Was this a side-effect of whatever had shifted in him when he killed his future self?

"She's a solid Jedi," Anakin said firmly, "and even more committed to being my padawan, helping to end this war." Like himself, Ahsoka had not been a child in a very long time, though at least in her case, he had felt it was her need to protect others that had pushed her to mature too early. The tangled ties of their newly reinforced bond had revealed many truths between them.

"Well, she could not hope to have a finer example to look up to," Palpatine told him, and again, the words felt false, possibly layered, and that was putting Anakin on guard. There was definitely something here, something that was not true friendship. He had that now, with Ahsoka, and this felt… tainted.

"We are leaving today to rejoin our unit. I just wanted to wish you well," Anakin said, rather than mention any of the other pieces of business he might have in the past.

"Until our next meeting, then, when I do hope you will have time to look over my own ideas, possibly present them to Amidala in a way that stops her from objecting so much?"

Threat. There was definitely threat in those words, but Anakin hid his awareness of it and nodded once.

"I'll try to help her see clearly." He strode back out, and once he was out of sight, he sent an encrypted message to Artoo.

::Angel needs to join us immediately. Sabé acceptable if can't. En route to our drop ship.::





Ahsoka had already pre-flighted, and Artoo gave Anakin the affirmation that they would soon have company. The droid checked the ship over — again — and warned Ahsoka when he was turning the anti-spying measures on, moments before Padmé, in nondescript clothing, came aboard. Artoo had learned Togruta specifications, and would take care of her as he did his other organics. That meant telling her if noises in her hearing range would happen.

"I need you to be very careful, I want you to actually dig into the Chancellor's background, and above all else, do not take any risks for a while," Anakin told his wife in a quiet, intense voice. "I have reason to believe something is wrong.

"He's tired of fighting your opposition to his suggestions, and I am asking you to tone that down to a more token defense until your staff figures this out."

Padmé blinked, then opened her mouth, but something in Anakin's eyes was terrifying… in a different way than she was used to.

"I will do my best," she agreed. She subtly glanced forward to where Ahsoka was, but Anakin dipped down and kissed her deeply despite the girl's presence.

"No more secrets with her," he murmured. "I think… she's helping me see some truths."

"Alright, Ani. I should go, so you can get away. The captain himself escorted me, so I will be safe." Gregor Typho was a devoted public servant, and a personal friend to Padmé, after all.

"Good." He kissed her one more time, reluctantly letting her go, and went to take over the cockpit. Padmé hurried off, understanding why Anakin had wanted to say it in person, and went to get to work.

Ahsoka smirked Anakin's way from the co-pilot seat, and he gave a wry grin.

"I like the way she makes you feel in the bond," Ahsoka said, smiling as they left the planet.

"I knew she and I would be together since I was just a kid."

"How many ways are you and I alike, Skyguy?"

Anakin stared at her once he didn't have to pay as much attention to traffic. "What? WHO?!"

"Unh-uh, not telling because they're not ready for us to be a thing," Ahsoka answered. "Just, when it does happen, you don't get to give us grief."

"Alright, Snips."

She frowned when she glanced at the settings once he laid in their hyperspace course. "That's not where the Resolute is," she commented.

"We're not going to the Resolute." Anakin sent them on their way, and let hyperspace fold around them before he finished. "We're going to go to Master Koon, and I need you to be strong with me for what needs to be done there." He knew the Master had gone straight back to his unit, and would already be settled in by the time they arrived.

"It… it's not going to be pretty. You might have to see or hear some things that are pretty horrible, because… I can't do this without you." He looked over at her, half-afraid the deep bond had led him astray, that maybe he was asking too much.

She reached over, lacing her hand in his. "Skyguy, after what you showed me? After all you have done for me? You don't have to worry about it at all. Master Plo might have issues letting me be there to support you, but we'll make it clear it has to be both of us."

"Yeah," Anakin agreed.





Plo settled back from removing over a decade's worth of harm from Skywalker's mind, and saw that he'd collapsed with his arms still around Ahsoka, head in her lap, with her face tear-tracked. He would have preferred not to take her into the healing, but as strongly as Anakin's mind had resisted releasing the compulsions, he had to admit that he could not have done it without her.

She was too young to be caught up in this level of destiny, and he had only barely scratched the surface of making amends for the recent events on Coruscant.

"You should both rest."

"We can rest in hyperspace," Ahsoka said, coaxing Anakin into letting go. "I… think our men need us there. In a way that feels like the Force still having opinions."

Plo sighed, even as Anakin groggily dragged himself to his feet, braced himself, and helped her up from the decking.

"I'm done ignoring the whispers of the Force," Anakin said. He then inclined his head to Plo. "If you have a secure way to let the Senator of Naboo know about the tampering, please do. I asked her to begin investigating more closely, but… we don't know what traps he has yet to reveal. So caution is needed."

"I shall see to it. May the Force protect you both as you walk its offered path."

"And you, Master," Ahsoka said, steadying herself once the blood had returned to her cramped legs.





When the division of forces happened to take down the Seppies on the satellite, Ahsoka felt a tiny premonition. She was so glad she and Anakin had managed to sleep all of the trip back to the 501st, because this was an all-out offensive.

"Master Tiplar, I'll join your part of this push," Ahsoka said, managing, barely, to make it sound like a volunteering request instead of the demand it needed to be. Anakin frowned a moment; he was hesitant to have her out of sight, but at the same time…

… she had said they needed to get back to the men fast.

"Alright, Snips," he made himself say. "Master, she's got the best track record against Separatist commanders out of all of us," he added ruefully, a slight stretch, but Ahsoka had battled Grievous and Ventress to a stalemate and escaped to tell the tale both times.

"I will be glad to have the small huntress join me," Tiplar said, making herself smile, having heard of recent events and she was thoroughly disapproving of how callous it had all seemed. They divided the men out, and Ahsoka made herself listen harder to the Force, rather than just rely on her battle skills.

It was that, her touch on all of their men, with the Force as the backdrop that gave her a moment's warning, a single moment in the breather before they breached the command center, to protect herself. One of her men was not there, and she was turning as Tup strode toward her and Tiplar. Force-guided instincts had her shoto coming up despite her disbelief.

The blaster bolt was glancing as it deflected partially, and Fives was in motion then, but Ahsoka had pushed too hard for too long and an injury to her lekku was that step too far.





"…up, little one," was Ahsoka's first awareness that she had made it out.

"Tup?" she asked, not liking the haggard look in Anakin's eyes, even as she felt the vibrations that said the Resolute was in hyperspace to her.

"In the brig. We were going to send him to Kamino for evaluation when neither Rex nor I got good answers, but Fives pointed out you turned before Tup moved. And who trusts longnecks?" The bond whispered that Anakin had felt something against that choice for handling Tup. She sent wordless agreement, and made herself sit up, not surprised when he helped her.

"I need to see him. With you is fine, but I need to figure out what I felt," Ahsoka said, before wrinkling her nose at the bacta bandage around her lek.

"Kix will probably have words for me, and I know Vasq will, but Coric's on duty and he believes Jedi make their own rules," Anakin told her, setting her clothing on the med-berth and turning his back to give her nominal privacy. He winced at her hiss when she did have to move the injured lek, but waited until she slid off the berth into her waiting boots to turn back. He steadied her, a hand under her elbow, and walked her out of medical with barely a nod from Coric… and a frown, because he did care about the both of them.





Anakin watched as Ahsoka entered the brig, and Tup lunched towards her, but Ahsoka had Tup in the air and held before Anakin had to intervene.

"This is not you. This is something else. Come back to us, Tup."

"Good soldiers — " Tup's face twisted in pain, and Anakin could actually feel his man there, emotional weight dropping on him. Ahsoka felt it too, and set him back on the berth in the brig.

"Commander?" Tup asked in a scared voice.

"Go to sleep, Tup." Anakin's voice was the one laden with the Force suggestion, and Tup crumpled into unconsciousness.

"He wasn't there, then he was, just like at the fight, but in reverse?" Ahsoka reasoned out.

"We don't know that he wasn't controlled specifically to get to you, since we know he wants you out of my life. We saw, in that vision of mine, what happens if we break apart, and I just cannot lose you, Snips.

"I don't think anyone since Padmé has put as much faith in me, and been so loyal as to hold guilt for how many ever years that older version of you was harboring. We have to see this to the end, together."

Ahsoka nodded, walking over to the unconscious man, hand touching his face, moving, seeking any answers.

"Skyguy, I promise you I will keep myself alive, and I will not leave. But that means we need a medic with Jedi equipment, I think. Because something's wrong here," and she pointed, "but Kix hasn't ever noted it on the med records. I know; I always scan over the men's charts when we go from the fire into the frying pan, to know who might need boosted."

Anakin smiled, nodding at that. He did the same thing, and he knew Tup's chart had no indication of a lasting brain injury, just a minor note of headaches that were recurrent with no cause found.

"I'm not on great terms with the healers, so you set that up, okay?"

"On it."





Anakin felt a moment of panic as Obi-Wan joined him and Ahsoka at the command center; Ahsoka just moved closer to him, backs of hands touching in the way the men did for reassurance.

The bond whispered of all the ways that Obi-Wan had been the target of Sith manipulations, and Anakin managed to put his shoulders back down. That let Ahsoka move to give Obi-Wan the better vantage, even as both knew the senior Jedi was studying them.

"Master Yoda and Master Windu are in agreement that Operation Debug will need to be delayed for the Guard until we are ready for the Senate to lay the accusation," Obi-Wan said, before pointing out the various approaches.

"There's a technical access here," Anakin said. "That's where the ones going for the Sith need to be, the ones that will engage if and when he shows his true colors."

"Master Tiin is of a mind to stage as many defensive fighters among the Senatorial pods as we possibly can, using the same allies who mean to present the evidence," Obi-Wan mused. "He also suggested that you be given the choice of where to stage from, with me at your side, as our Battle Meditation meets his approval."

Anakin hesitated, eyes finding Ahsoka's.

"I'm going in, yes, but Master Obi-Wan is right. You and I don't usually fight side by side."

She could feel Obi-Wan weighing that.

"Anakin, if you have any reservations, we can put the request to Masters Plo and Kit, or Mace and Yoda?" Obi-Wan said. "I know I made many mistakes, and I am very sorry for choices made."

Anakin's breath rushed out as it all clicked into place against what Plo had found. "No. Your choices… were as badly influenced as mine. And I can find the flow with you, I promise. Snips? You do what you do best, so I don't worry."

"Got it, Skyguy," Ahsoka assured him, and left Obi-Wan wondering even more at their rapport having grown so deep.

"Then we'll be at the tech access," Anakin said firmly.





Obi-Wan was down. The Sith was in front of him, his cybernetic arm wasn't responding, fried by the Force lightning. He could not really tell what else was happening, know who could reach him.

Obi-Wan was down, and Anakin didn't know if he was going to get back up.

Fear and anger and memory collided into a whirlwind in his mind, slipping his grip on the Light.

Almost instantly, the part of him that had anchored in the padawan bond, was wrapped tighter by Ahsoka's awareness.

~We are together.~

The fear faded back, shoved back by his reckless padawan. The anger was refocused, sharp as her teeth for the author of their miseries. The memory — his pain was dampened, gently, by her acceptance of all he was, her willingness to coach him through seeing his mistakes as a path to trying to be better.

He caught the next lightning strike on his blade, stalking toward the Sith. At the first use of the Choke, he dipped back into the Dark and returned the favor, but let go as soon as Sidious faltered in his attempt. Ever closer, eyes locked on his target, making Sidious pay attention to only him as a threat.

A blazing red sabers on his blue, too close now for the lightning to be effective, and Anakin leaned hard into Ahsoka's shield of loyalty and faith, keeping Sidious contained, giving more time for Senators to be evacuated, longer for the Guard to shake off the effect of the chip-killing signal and see what was happening, to act for the Republic.

His defense faltered under a battery of blows and he was falling back, that red saber darting in right behind to take advantage —

— and Sidious was pulled back by his robe, off-balance as Ahsoka, concentrating fully on the fight, attacked with telekinesis rather than jump in recklessly. Before Sidious could recover, Obi-Wan was at Anakin's side again, limping, but ready.

"Shall we?" Obi-Wan enjoined, a devilish grin in place, and Anakin answered it in full, before they rushed the Sith, one goal in mind.





Anakin stood on the steps of the Temple, Ahsoka at his side. Behind them, they could hear Obi-Wan calling out to them.

"This feels familiar," Ahsoka said, testing the fit of her new robes, trying to decide how to make them work for her or if she would bother except on this planet.

"Yeah, but maybe we shouldn't make him chase us, when he probably hasn't rested that leg much," Anakin replied, confident in who they were and a future in motion as the Jedi Order evolved.

As one, with perfect synchronization, they turned to see Obi-Wan.

"You know I could hear you both," Obi-Wan said dryly. "And I have been resting. Someone's Captain sicced my Commander on me.

"I wished to greet you both, Knight Tano and Master Skywalker, officially."

Ahsoka rolled her eyes, but it was with a grin. Anakin actually ducked his head and gave the shyer smile he used.

"I couldn't let them elevate me, and not highlight what she did to make it possible," Anakin said, "but thank you, Master."

"I just played a trick on him," Ahsoka said, but she was proud of having helped end a Sith, permanently.

"And protected my mind," Anakin insisted.

"Couldn't let him win even if you beat him, Skyguy."

"What now for the two of you?" Obi-Wan asked.

"Sith hunting," they said in unison, before laughing brightly.

"We're doing the same with her that you did with me. Making a rapid response company out of her mean, until either they get big enough to split off, or we find and end the threat of Dooku and his minions," Anakin continued.

Obi-Wan nodded, then sobered up. "I am relieved you both chose the Order. It needs strong Jedi, willing to find a new way."

"That's sort of what we decided, and the men need us anyway," Ahsoka agreed. "Force be with you, Master. We need to go be diplomatic in the Senate."

"May the Force continue to be with you both."

Feb. 13th, 2026 06:27 pm

Oh right, it's Friday!

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Fanart Friday ahoy :D

Absolute Wonder Woman
absolute wonder woman by asianfisherman @ bluesky. Our favorite lady and her favorite Pegasus. LOVE the profile of Diana here, the tousled hair, the palette. Perfection.

Absolute Wonder Woman by ohvalkyrie @ bluesky. Unusually angled profile, lovely coloring.

A3 commission by getcampbell @ bluesky. Moody black and white ink drawing.

Really loving Absolute Wonder Woman right now by camartstuff @ bluesky. Full bodied hairporn goddess.

horse girls by crowwkui @ bsky. Diana and Kara, super cute!

Princesses of the Underworld by dylanmacri @ bsky. Hades crossover, very adorable, much muscle.

I still don't know how to spot if certain bsky posts are locked when you don't have an account... sorry if some don't load for you.
Feb. 13th, 2026 11:17 am

I feel conspired against.

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+ So.

Night one of trying to go straight to bed: slice my finger open on my razor in the cabinet as I reach for my toothbrush. Spend 25 minutes applying tissue paper waiting for the bleeding to stop before sullenly getting dressed and going to find a bandaid.

Night two, as I'm clearing supper away, a cheerful announcement in the mess hall: we have an extra GB of Internet each! ...That we have to use before midnight and it rolls over to the next week. Well. I can't let that go to waste but hey, I just bought a bunch of comics, they'll eat that GB for breakfast.
iPad: What is this wifi you speak of? Haven't heard of it, I'm not connecting to that.
Me: *beleaguered sigh* I can't not use it. *goes on YouTube and stays up way too late*

+ Anyways. I comfort bought a bunch of comics? Because the pre-order code for the Mitski tickets did in fact not arrive and so no concert for me *sullenly kicks rocks*. It looks like I could have paired it with the Gentleman Jack ballet, and I think the Marie Antoinette exhibit is still on at the VA? Was starting to slowly form a plan and now it ain't happening.

Comics though!
- pre-ordered vol2 of Absolute Wonder Woman, it was 50% off and that seems so silly to me.
- Vol 5 & 6 of Poison Ivy. The joy of realizing I was that far behind :DDD I'm two thirds through vol5 and it may be my favorite?
- Voyager: Way Home 5 issue mini concluded, I picked those up. omnomnom more Janeway.
- Nice House by the Sea vol1 for my creepy lil alien guy making poor decisions about his blorbos.
- Daredevil & Echo mini bc sale and pretty art.
- Defenders: Beyond bc it looked like a fun romp (I should re-read Saladin's Exiles tbh)
- Kaya vol1. Been wanting to for a while due to the art I've seen, and once again: sale.

+ Things I'd like to do when I'm home:
Post that Top 10 prematurely cancelled series list I wanted to do for Snowflake.
Festivids recs.
Get [community profile] intw_amc rolling.
Last masterpost from forsquares.
Play Dune Awakening, they've made it much easier to jump back in thank fuck.
Maybe the ABC of comics I saw on BlueSky that looked fun.
Open laptop. Make shiny squares. Possibly shiny vid.
Work on my layout.
Update scrapbook.

+ it's just TWO MORE DAYS you can do it Self! Let's go lesbians etcetera.
Feb. 12th, 2026 06:02 pm

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AO3 Link | The Morning After (300 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Birds of Prey
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barbara Gordon/Dinah Lance
Characters: Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, +Modern Age (1986-Present), Post-Crisis, [Birds of Prey Vol. 1 - 1999-2009]
Summary:

It's the morning after, and doubt hits.



The Morning After

Dinah reached across the bed to find it empty. The transfer assist was already stowed, and the bed was cold. She sighed softly to herself, knowing she could not actually complain. Just because they had chosen to go to bed together, to take another step in their partnership didn't mean the demands on Oracle were any less.

She got up, carefully stowing her costume into the duffel bag, then slipped into her gym clothes, with a shirt that said "Certified Wildcat" on it. She wondered if that particular honorary uncle would be up in New York or working on the new gym he was opening down here today.

It would be easier to spend the morning after punching things, after all. Dinah just wasn't ready to decide if this was serious, if she was strong enough to share a hero's life again.

"You really are a piece of work, Junior. Should've thought of that before you seduced her last night," she muttered to herself.

Once she had her tennis shoes tied, she grabbed the bag and headed out of the bedroom, listening to the tap of keys as she got closer to Oracle's workspace. Really, what the hell had she been thinking? Barbara was closer to Roy in age, she was always handling some fire or other, and … Dinah didn't live a peaceful life.

"Give me five to get some vital connections made for Mr. Terrific, and we can grab breakfast," Barbara called over her shoulder, not really looking at the woman that had almost convinced herself this was a mistake.

Almost.

The offer of such a domestic moment after what they had shared hit Dinah in the pit of her stomach, before she grabbed her courage.

"I'll go see what's appetizing," Dinah said, putting the bag down to stay.

Feb. 12th, 2026 05:06 pm

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As of today, and since this weekend, I am caught up on two whole currently airing shows -- 9-1-1 and The Pitt -- and I can't begin to describe what a big deal this is to me. I don't think this has happened at all in the past decade, possibly since 2013. I've always had this... wall keeping me from watching things as they aired, like I was scared of what would happen and wanted spoilers first, but then I wouldn't go back and watch anyway? See: Stranger Things, of which the last episode I saw was 4.07.

The thing is, I would always choose things that I knew wouldn't make feel any feelings at all. I've watched so many Blood on the Clocktower streams. I still do, because it's fun! But the fact that I was able to catch up on 9-1-1 specifically is like, wow, did I make a new neural pathway? Am I really capable of overcoming the restrictions my brain saddles me with? Holy shit.

Anyway, they've both been fun. Hopefully they continue to be fun, and I can ignore spec nonsense on tumblr before it ruins my enjoyment.
Feb. 12th, 2026 10:10 am

Nova by Samuel R. Delany (1968)

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In the 32nd century, Captain Lorq Von Ray assembles a ragtag crew for a dangerous—some would say crazy—mission to harvest the superheavy element illyrion from a dying star. If they succeed, it would threaten tech megacorp Red-Shift's economic stranglehold on interstellar travel, inaugurating a new era of opportunity for struggling outer colonies. But Captain Von Ray's motives aren't just political, they're also personal, as flashbacks reveal his long history with the psychologically twisted brother-and-sister heirs to the Red-Shift fortune.

I really enjoyed this. The space opera plot is an effective backdrop for some nicely nuanced character work and social commentary. Money and class are still driving forces in this future, and people are shaped by that as much as they are by advancing technology and the cultural changes that have come with it. Besides the Captain and the Reds, the other focal characters are two crew members from Earth, one an emotionally guarded Romani kid who's gone against his people's prohibition on cybernetic implants to access job opportunities in space, and the other a socially awkward Harvard grad who has tens of thousands of notes for a novel (an ancient, dead art form) but hasn't yet written a single page. I love the development of their tentative friendship; it feels very honest about how hard it is to relate across cultural divides, and also very affectionate towards both characters. It's like the author is rooting for them even though he can't truthfully make it easy.

The worldbuilding really worked for me. There are enough surprising details and curious asides to make the galaxy feel lived-in and realistically messy, but not so many that it feels scattered. Delany has a very visual prose style and can convey exactly what he sees in his mind's eye, whether it's the unfurling sail of a glittering space yacht or the uneasy twitch of a character's cheek, and that adds to the vivid atmosphere.

I also appreciated the subtle exploration of disability in the context of a society where many things can be medically "fixed" that can't be in our own world. The author knows that this in itself would not "fix" people's attitudes about their own embodiment and others', and that elimination of bodily differences is not a utopian impulse. Characters are allowed to have complex feelings about their physical abilities—the ones they're born with, the ones they've lost, and the ones they've gained through technology—and aren't required to fully explain themselves just because other people want to know.

Criticisms? I think the book has too many characters; some of the less foregrounded crew members don't get much attention and it might have been better to drop a couple so we could spend more time with the rest. The role of female characters is particularly limited, and when they do appear, sometimes their boobs are mentioned for no reason. (I am of course aware that Delany is gay. Perhaps he was subconsciously influenced by what he was reading from other writers at the time.) Other than that, this was a good read.

Content note: A character's pet is harmed, but recovers.

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